it's a newwww dayyyy.

[crittersheep]

WHO: you! and you! and others too!
WHERE: everywhere all over
WHEN: Day 25, mid-day

[ Well! It's been an eventful day for some so far. Between trips into the mist and innocent handshakes for kitchens, what else could possibly go wrong today?

who knows but the day is still young. so what're y'all doin' today. ]

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[pictureimperfect]

Front row tickets are worth my while.

[finalbows]

Let's talk numbers. I've got three seats set aside for certain parties already.

[pictureimperfect]

Ummm...

[oh we're haggling you're supposed to go high when haggling so they go low right, what's a good high number. plays have lots of seats don't they?]

20!

[finalbows]

You are informing me you.... intend to fill three flocks worth of seats, little bramble?

[pictureimperfect]

.......Yes?

All in the first row. A long row.

[finalbows]

_{[ this is dangerously close to a pact. ]}

I can give you seventeen.

[pictureimperfect]

Wait really?

[finalbows]

If!

And only if!
Come show time,
you can guarantee those seats to have viewers in them!

[pictureimperfect]

Who are the three that have seats already?

[finalbows]

Blossom, Stormy, and...

Muffin.

_{[ his co-coach for the sheep gets favoritism points. ]}

[pictureimperfect]

[Muffin is legit. Let's see, six on Thistle, four Weeds he'd invite, three... maybe four from daffodil? He could invite Melody for Senpai as well, and Rubato seems like the type to enjoy a play. Lyra and Sonata would have fun too he bets. But then there's Styx too would he like it? Him and Minuet could go together...

Damn maybe he would have needed 20 after all.]

Okay deal. I'll tell you all about what Thistle got up to once we have our seats.

[finalbows]

What! I can't wait that long-- besides, I'll be busy putting on the play!

[pictureimperfect]

You're the one who put 'if' conditions on it.

[finalbows]

It's called a business contract! You tell me now, you get seats later.

[pictureimperfect]

I can do better than just tell you, but you gotta give me something concrete.

[finalbows]

What do you want, bright purple chairs that flip over if you're not wearing the right--

What do you mean... better~.

[pictureimperfect]

That does sound funny! And why tell when you can show?

[waves his arm at a window, the reflection starts displaying thistle on their way to the pit, Lupin sending out the message--

but then Yata lowers his arm and it shuts off]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ drifting over to look closer.. with a occasional glance to the spire, to make sure it's still keeping together as he moves farther away.

Then the scene stops. ]</sub>


Deal.
<sub>[ he nabs a notebook from. somewhere he had it onhand. Finds some blank pages he won't mind ripping out, starts writing--

six little formal goddamn invitation cards. ]</sub>

[pictureimperfect]

Six now and eleven later?

[finalbows]

Mmhm☆.

[pictureimperfect]

Pleasure doing business with you.

[pulls out a mirror, holding his hand out for the tickets]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ he's about to rip them out, then thinks...

Instead, he traces their shapes out fastidiously with one of his nails, with a little curl of smoke rising after.

Six neat invitations, with crisply clean-cut edges with a slight, rather visually pleasant burn.

Hands them over with a flourish.]</sub>

[pictureimperfect]

Neat.

[takes them and hands him the mirror, which will start showing the whole encounter.]

[finalbows]

_{[ see you in 250+ comments yata he's watching his shows ]}

2/?

[finalbows]

_{[ absently, ]}

You've STILL got some of that glitter on you.